"I can't take it anymore, Dalgliesh..." Colneth has reached his fifth orgasm, ejaculating three times already. The bottle underneath can hardly contain the flowing lustful liquid. His penis remains erect, yet nothing comes out.
Colneth is now completely limp on the bed, legs spread apart, panting heavily. He feels as though he's been completely drained, drenched in fragrant sweat all over his body. His hair clings to his flushed face in wet strands.
With slightly parted crimson lips, he looks delicious and sensual. The lower part of his body is already in the most intense sucking mode, causing him to continuously squirt without stopping.
Because they had a child before, the two of them haven't really used any erotic props. The only thing that could be considered is the "gun" from Dalgliesh, which Colneth is now carefully placing in the suitcase.
"Sob... Ah... Can't suck anymore... There's nothing left to come out..."
